“Excellent. We’ll be in touch with a decision by the end of the week.”

By the time Andrea checked out and boarded the plane home to Nantucket, her high from the interview had faded. And she worried about actually getting an offer and having to make a decision that she still felt so unsure about. The flight was smooth and as her plane landed on Nantucket and she turned her phone back on, it pinged with a text message and she smiled when she saw that it was sent earlier from Marco.

“Hope you’re having fun in the Big Apple. Missed you yesterday. Caught lots of fish. See you tomorrow.”

She texted back. “Glad you had fun and caught lots of fish. Any leftovers?”

Sixty seconds later, her phone pinged. “Lots. Dinner tomorrow night, my place?”

“See you then.”

Andrea headed to her parents’ house for dinner Monday night. They’d postponed their normal Sunday gathering as both Andrea and her father were out of town. She wondered what her father was up to, as he rarely went off-island. Her mother said their Aunt Vivian would also be joining them as well as Uncle Freddy. As Andrea had expected, those two had kissed and made-up. Aunt Vivian was just all bluster and drama. She loved the attention.

The mood around the dinner table was festive. Andrea hadn’t seen her father in such a good mood in a long time. And her aunt and uncle were madly in love again.

“So, how did it go? Do you think you have a good shot at the job?” her mother asked.

Aunt Vivian leaned forward. It was the first she’d heard of Andrea’s interview. “What job is this?”

She addressed her aunt first. “It’s a GM role at a boutique hotel in Manhattan.” And then her mother. “I think it went well. I wouldn’t be surprised if they make an offer. I should know by the end of the week.”

“Manhattan. That’s exciting. I didn’t know you wanted to go there,” her aunt said.

Andrea laughed. “I’m not sure that I do. I’d prefer Boston as it’s closer or ideally something here, but there don’t seem to be any opportunities either place at the moment.”

“Aside from the location, are you sure that’s the job you want? To go back into a general manager role? I’ve honestly never seen you as happy and relaxed as you’ve been since moving to the concierge desk,” her mother said.

“I agree. And selfishly, I don’t want you to leave. But, if it’s what you really want to do, of course we will all support that,” Hallie said.